Quarantine

I have done it again

I could not avoid the soft comforting touch of your presence any longer.

Increasingly isolated. I slowly find relief in silence

I sense the spirited child in me gradually letting go

Its golden smile grows weary with every disappointment

I miss the old days and I know you feel the same way

How can something this special become so distant?

The exhaustion of boredom has taken its toll

Wash these walls and and throw away the ashtray

Feel it coming

I've slept away too many days

Take me back to a place

Where everything makes sense again.

I never meant for things to turn out this way.

No matter what the outcome is,

The good times will always remain

As intact as a static little perfectly drawn portrait

Holding on to them seems like the only thing pure enough to drive me at times.

Increasingly isolated, I slowly find relief in silence

I sense the spirited child in me gradually letting go

Its golden smile grows weary with every disappointment

I miss the old days and I know you feel the same way

How can something so special fade as time goes by?